Ron Walker – Don’t Come Easy lyrics

Don’t Come Easy
Verse 1
I was once troubled and down
But learned
You don’t come easy
If you’re to turn it around

I’ve seen it before
And learned
This one true answer
If you’ll open the door

Pre-Chorus
‘Cuz when the sun comes up
You bet somebody’s
Gonna shut you down

So put your shoes on for runnin’
As your feet hit the ground

Chorus
Don’t let it get you down
What’s easily lost
Is easily found
But don’t come easy
Don’t come easy

Verse 2
All forgotten’s not lost
So get your main sail set
Or you’re bound to get tossed

All your troubles today
He’ll let you weigh out worries
If we’re determined to stay
Yeah

Pre-Chorus
But when the sun comes up
You bet somebody’s
Gonna shut you down

So put your shoes on for runnin’
As your feet hit the ground

Chorus
Don’t let it get you down
What’s easily lost
Is easily found
But don’t come easy
Don’t come easy

Whether you’re up
Or flat on the ground
He will always
Bring you around
But don’t come easy
Don’t come easy

Bridge
You would’ve thought somebody somewhere
Along would have told you
But better late
Than never at all
For it’s a new direction
And it’s ready for you
Makin’ the call

Verse 3
Love, live & let learn
But if you hold on tight
Soon you’re making the turn
Yeah

Pre-Chorus
‘Cuz when the sun comes up
You bet somebody’s
Gonna shut you down (tach’ it up, tach’ it up, oohh)

So put your shoes on for runnin’
As your feet hit the ground

Chorus
Don’t let it get you down
What’s easily lost
Is easily found
But don’t come easy
Don’t come easy

Whether you’re up
Or flat on the ground
He will always
Bring you around
But don’t come easy
Don’t come easy

Don’t come easy
Don’t come easy

Don’t come easy
Don’t come easy

Deh do do do……

Ron Walker – Because You Loved Me lyrics

Because You Loved Me
Verse 1
Well, for 40 days and nights
Outside my window did it pour
Flooding my life with endless sorrow
As I opened the door

Pre-Chorus
But You looked
And You sighed
As You opened up my eyes

For You lived
To die
It’s all over my head

Chorus
Oh, oh, because You loved me
Oh, whoa oh whoa
Because You loved me
Took my hand
You took my hand

Verse 2
So I gathered all my thoughts
And prayed my water would turn to wine
Just to find a bottle of trouble
As I stumbled behind

Pre-Chorus
But You looked
And You sighed
As You opened up my eyes

For You lived
To die
It’s all over my head

Chorus
Oh, oh, because You loved me
Oh, whoa oh whoa
Because You loved me
Took my hand
Oh, because You loved me
Oh, whoa oh whoa
Because You loved me
Took my hand
You took my hand

Verse 3
40 days and nights
Outside my window did it pour
Flooding my life with endless sorrow
As I opened the door

Pre-Chorus
But You looked
And You sighed
As You opened up my eyes

For You lived
To die
It’s all over my head

Chorus
Oh, oh, because You loved me
Oh, whoa oh whoa
Because You loved me
Took my hand

Oh, because You loved me
Oh, whoa oh whoa
Because You loved me
Took my hand

You took my hand

Ron Walker – All In A Good Day’s Work lyrics

Verse 1
All in a good days work
All for the sake of God
Living to feed myself
Leading me down
From my call

Fear of an empty heart
Hopeful it all works out
Nowhere has lingered on
Getting me down to my fall

Chorus
All my hope
All of my thinking
Into my world
Your love is sinking
At the end of my rope
End of myself
You’ll become, you’ve become
My all

Verse 2
Saved by a saving grace
Emptied to be alive
Levied to see myself
Living in awe for Your ride

If ever the two shall meet
Never the Son will rise
If ever the race could be
Easing me on to my prize

Chorus
All my hope
All of my thinking
Into my world
Your love is sinking
At the end of my rope
End of myself
You’ll become, you’ve become
My all

Chorus (repeat)

Bridge
The Son will shine
Shine your light onto better things
Lose your lies
Lose if all for the sufferings
For all you’ve known
For all you’ve tried
We’ll carry on

Verse 3
All in a good days work
All for the sake of God
Learning to give myself
Knowing it’s all that I’ve got

Chorus
All my hope
All of my thinking
Into my world
Your love is sinking
At the end of my rope
End of myself
You’ve become, you’ll become
My all

Chorus (repeat)

All in a good days work
All for the sake of God

Ron Walker – Not Afraid lyrics

Verse 1
Not afraid to call You Savior
I’m not afraid to call You friend
Not afraid to tell the world of your great love
It’s all that matters in the end

Chorus
And I’m not afraid with You Lord
You’re with me
And I’m not afraid with You Lord
You’re with me, yeah

And I’m not afraid to say
That I’m so in love with you
I’m so in love with you
You’re the love in me

Verse 2
Not afraid to sing Your praises
I’m not afraid to get on my knees
Not afraid to speak Your Word in public places
For all, for all the world to see

Chorus
And I’m not afraid with You Lord
You’re with me
No I’m not afraid with You Lord
You’re with me, yeah

And I’m not afraid to say
That I’m so in love with you
I’m so in love with you
You’re the love in me

And I’m not afraid to say
That I’m so in love with you
I’m so in love with you
‘Cuz You’re the love in me

Bridge
(musical)

Verse 3
Not afraid to call You Savior
I’m not afraid to call You friend
Not afraid to tell the world of your great love
It’s all that matters in the end

Chorus
And I’m not afraid with You Lord
You’re with me
And I’m not afraid with You Lord
You’re with me, yeah

And I’m not afraid to say
That I’m so in love with you
I’m so in love with you
You’re the love in me

And I’m not afraid to say
That I’m so in love with you
I’m so in love with you
You’re the love in me

And I’m not afraid to tell the world
That I’m in love with you
I’m so in love with you
You’re the love in me

The love in me

Attila – Still About It lyrics

Wake up in the morning take a piss and smoke a blunt
Push to start the Lamborghini than I grab her by the cunt

Addicted to your sex
When I’m runnin around on the town it don’t stop
It just runs back in my head
No joke real shit I’m hooked
Like a motherfuckin drug
Give it to me
In the morning afternoon or night time
You can wake me up in the middle of the night
Lets fuck don’t ask I don’t give a fuck
I know you want it

I love when you’re on your knees
Dick you down it’s what you need
Pussy wet you’re such a tease
You love when I fuck fuck fuck you

Tell me how you like it baby

Harder Harder
Faster Faster
Dripping wet
Harder Harder

Faster faster don’t stop
Harder Faster
Harder Faster
Dripping wet
Harder faster Woah
Take me to the edge

I love when you’re on your knees
Dick you down it’s what you need
Pussy wet you’re such a tease
You love when I fuck fuck fuck you

Horny till the day I die
You know I’m still about that life

I just can’t stop
You know I’m
About That Life Bitch
I need sex

Take it back
Take it back
Say it to my face bitch I know you love the throwback
Dickin it Dickin it
Call me deep dick daddy in the bedroom
Cuz I know you like it hard but did I speak too soon

I love when you’re on your knees
Dick you down its what you need
Pussy wet you’re such a tease
You love when I fuck fuck fuck you

I’m Still About It Bitch

Playboi Carti – Mileage Lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Yea, let’s get it
Bitch, brr

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ohh, Miley Cyrus
Ohh Yeah, Miley, Miley
Ohh Yeah, Miley Cyrus
Ohh, Miley, Miley
Wings where
Ohh yea, Kylie, Kylie
Ohh yea, Calabasas
Ohh yea, Kendall, Kylie
Adidas deal
Ohh, shoutout Kanye
Crazy girls, every Friday

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Malibu, that’s casual
Got the Michael Duke
Fit you with grab the tool
I’m with them animals
It’s a real nigga, annual
Your hoe on automatic, put her on manual
She can’t handle me, handle me and Betty Boop
You’re lookin’ for me, I’m on Saks Fifth Avenue
I just went and bought me some flashbangs
You can disappear, disrespectin’ that gang
Choppa go, ratata
You talkin’ rarara
She got more mileage than a car-haha
And she just pull up to the spot

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

Playboi Carti – Old Money Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?

[Chorus]
Old money, new hoe (beep)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what? What?)
Old money, new hoe
Old swag, new flow
Old swag, new flow (flow flow)
Old money, new hoe (beep)
Old money new flow (flow what)

[Verse 1]
Bad bitch, love the pole (what)
Sip the four, Actavis (woah)
Sip it slow, kickin’ shit (lean, woah)
Oh Pi’erre, come in here
Got some hoes they upstairs
I need two hoes, I need two pairs (what? What?)
My chain too cold, chandelier
Pretty boy, huh, manicure
You need a code just to come in here (oh)
Only 21 feel like a bachelor (Playboi)
Pretty bitch, baddest thing in here (uh)

[Chorus]
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what? What?)
Old money, new hoe

[Verse 2]
Ooh ooh, damn I feel my self
Left my bitch at home (Playboi), told her fuck herself
Did it on my own (huh), made it by myself (Playboi)
And I keep a tec, boy I keep the stare
Leave a nigga wet, boy I got the well
Grab it off the shelf (huh, Playboi, Playboi)
She said she need a pair, spend it on myself (cash)
Got like three phones (phones), Apple not a pear
Got like three hoes (brrr), I do not compare
In the trap we selling crack come here (huh)
Momma shed a tear (ooh)
In the trap we cookin’ up a meal (ooh)
Cookies in the shelf
My diamonds target self, like I’m Michael Phelps

[Chorus]
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe

Playboi Carti – Lean 4 Real Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Run it up, yeah, yeah
Count it up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Indigo, yeah, Indigo, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
That bag loaded, yeah, got it all the time
Nickelodeon, yeah, way I got that slime
The Dream Mode, yeah, tatts showin’, my teeth
Keep it tucked like a tee, shout out Midnight, (N)ine

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Two nights in a coupe, yeah, yeah, silly bih, let’s scoop
Oh yeah, yeah, I fucked her by the pool
Oh yeah, diamond wetter than your boo
Oh yeah, all that money take your loot

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
That bag loaded yeah got it out the top
Nickelodeon, yeah, way I got that slime
The Dream Mode, tatts showin’, my teeth
Keep it tucked like a tee, shout out Midnight, (N)ine

[Verse 2: Skepta]
Trust, trust
Know I can’t dap you up
Yeah, you super sus
Better get used to us, had to go Super Saiyan
Had to go bird’s eye view
You’s a computer game
GTA, look at us run the streets
Give us this fuckin’ food
This is a fuckin’ feast
Man, I ain’t throwing peace
I just throw up the V
Drinks spillin’ on my shoe
Lean spillin’ on my seats
Niggas is talkin’ greazy
Please, freeze

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Outro: IndigoChildRick]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Playboi Carti – Home (KOD) Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Verse 1]
She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those
She a spoiled lil bitch, I bought her all her clothes
You know I treat you good, I don’t wanna meet your hoes
I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows
We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals
We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes
Changin’ mood swings, you got me on those
We gettin’ back in, walked through the back door
You had some surgeries, but it’s a fact though
You like the cash girl, you helped the cash grow
You drivin’ Lambos, with some leg room
Girl, I’m waiting on you, bring that bag home (ooh)

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Verse 2]
She don’t play with bitches, she don’t play with hoes
Yeah she wit the shit, she might kill a hoe
Get this hit by Carti?, Yeah my bitch on go
When she on that molly, anything goes
She was in Miami, on a fuckin’ boat
With some ball players she left them niggas broke
She said “text my phone”, Tell me I’m alone
I respond back, “When you comin’ home?”
She respond back, “I was in my zone”
The money counter on, the money counter on
Hold up, what you talkin’ bout, come here
Girl I’m waitin’ on you
Bring that bag home

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

Playboi Carti – R.I.P. Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’ma go fuck that bitch
I’ma go thrash that bitch
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
That’s a pull-up bitch
Don’t make me pull up bitch
I’d smash that thot, then pull out bitch
Might push the Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain lil bitch
I’m on Deebo lit
I’m on Migo lit
I’m on kilo lit
I go psycho bitch
Watch me suck your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch
Then I pass that bitch

[Verse 1]
Cop the Prada bitch, get one for the silt
Got that Prada bag, got one for my bitch
Lil boy hit like blitz
Lil boy this my bitch
Got me mad ass shit, so I slapped that bitch
I need hop in a coupe
Your bitch gone star at the clique
And I ain’t even fucking this thot
But your bitch got the star on the clique
All of my diamonds they flawless
All of my diamonds legit
All of these diamonds they popping
Hold up, Slatt, look like a boss
I get the dope, kilo
Yeah, come fuck with the boss
Smokin’ that gas, diesel
Yeah, smell like a boss
She throwin’ the bag like a freezer
Yeah, hit like a boss

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck that bitch
I’ma go thrash that bitch
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
That’s a pull-up bitch
Don’t make me pull up bitch
I’d smash that thot, then pull out bitch
Might push the Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain lil bitch
I’m on Deebo lit
I’m on Migo lit
I’m on kilo lit
I go psycho bitch
Watch me suck your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch
Then I pass that bitch

[Verse 2]
All my dogs, fight my dog, yeah, shootin’ my dog
Yeah, I want your thot, don’t want your bride, yeah
She all on my lot
Countin’ the nights, all in my ghosts, yeah
Head to the loft
I got his strap all on my dick, ain’t hittin’ it raw
I just let, ooh, Prada bag, ooh, holding the nine
I got a bitch, Rihanna bad, ooh
That bitch gotta body
Fuck that mumblin’ shit
Fuck that mumblin’ shit
Bought a crib for my mama off that mumblin’ shit
Made a mil’ off that, uh
Off that mumblin’ shit
Made a mil’ off that, uh
Off that mumblin’ shit
Bought a crib for my mama
Off that mumblin’ shit
Fuck that hoe, [?] big ass booty bih

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck that bitch
I’ma go thrash that bitch
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
That’s a pull-up bitch
Don’t make me pull up bitch
I’d smash that thot, then pull out bitch
Might push the Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain lil bitch
I’m on Deebo lit
I’m on Migo lit
I’m on kilo lit
I go psycho bitch
Watch me suck your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch
Then I pass that bitch